Lyrics:
are gonna see me again
Is if I share location
'Cause when you are talkin' 'bout me online
I was down in the basement
Ex girl said that I'm never
that I need you by my side
Just like I need a cold beer on a Friday night
Be it blue jeans or Daisy Dukes, tank top and some cowboy boots
You're always
she's a down home,
Turn me on, real as a country song,
Bait her own hook kinda girl
River bank rope swinger,
Eats her chicken with her fingers,
to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak named
Step up and climb on in country-rock
I lost everything in Vegas
Had to hitch a ride back home
The trucks flew by, one pulled to the side
Thinking of my girl at home
You'd think that she'd know
We're getting back our country
We'll bring ya'll peace and love
You're living in fascism
Controlled
no pe
From the nashville skyline
Girls in south country
In this world gone wrong
So here's another love song
[verse 2]
We came a long way baby
You
doesn't
Well that's alright
She's going to meet up with her girls
Out there by the bandstand
Listen to some country music like a Country fan
She loves
most ev’ry where in this
big, wide country we call home. Camped Niagara Falls walked Hollywood and Vine.
Up to Seattle and down to New Orleans, Skied
enough
I'm having withdrawals
Of ya
She the girl next door
With the boobie traps
Like home alone
Thirst traps via iPhone
Or Polaroid no Nikon
She
more time I'm just tryna make it home
I was down bad on my ass, I had to go get it, you know I had to grind
I got them packs and got it gone', baby I
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
ain't ya man but we can just pretend
Hit the mall girl I got enough to spend
And you could go home to him, I ain't hating him
'Cause see you just my
sunrise made me write a country song
'Cuz Daddy was a preacher, Momma made due
Five boys and a girl, what we put 'em through
Mmmmhmmm
They taught us right
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
She said uh "JD I love
David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea
Steak and kidney, then with
Ghost on the road, ah
Ghost on the road, ah
Four barrells roll, down a country road
Driver never sleeps, engine never slows
They say he'll stop
ain't ya man but we can just pretend
Hit the mall girl I got enough to spend
And you could go home to him, I ain't hating him
'Cause see you just my
home by myself is so boring
I just get temperamental and horny
I just long to be free with rest of the country
And it wouldn't kill me if I were with
out
Back from the ?, you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
Driving down an empty country road
Alone with the night
Northern summer skies light up the way
To a world still unknown
And I know, although I drive
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
to Petty Pablo Man
And I ain't goin no where
No cap u can bet dat
You can bet that
Yeah
This ones for NORTH CAROLINA
home of the tar heel state
Duke too no
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